Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
You let it all out this time. On the ice at least. I kept it in – off ice, on ice. In front of the media, I hid my nervousness, my fear of losing the title to you. On the ice, I moved through my program without feeling it, I was a machine.
When you cornered me later that night, pushing me against the wall and devouring me, I kept it in as well – I wanted to push you away, scream into your face and hurt you, but I didn’t dare. Losing my title would hurt. Losing you would kill me.